“They have new management,” Frank said, looking at his menu.
“Probably the shitty fucking chairs,” Klaus grumbled, ignoring Frank. “I’m going to give them a 1-star review on Yelp for that shit alone.”
“Relax, you old grouch,” I said with a soft laugh.
Frank snickered, and Klaus gave him the finger.
“Hey, boys. What can I get ya?” the waitress asked.
“Two large pies, the works,” Anson said.
“No fucking fish,” Klaus interjected. “Or anything weird.”
“So we have oysters. You don’t want that either?” she asked.
“The fuck? Who is out there putting fucking oysters on pizza?” Klaus frowned. “No. No fucking oysters on my pizza.”
The waitress nodded, took our drink order, and left.
“Oysters remind me of bad pussy,” Anson said with a chuckle.
“If I want slimy, fishy-smelling pussy, I’d hit up one of Frank’s women,” Klaus muttered.
I wrinkled my nose at that.
“That’s rude,” Frank said. “I don’t fuck fish.”
“I never said you fucked a fish. What the fuck, Frank? Open your stupid-looking fucking ears,” Klaus snapped. “Dummkopf.”
“Almeno il mio cazzo è grosso, Klaus,”Frank shot back.
Anson and I chuckled at that.
“Ho cagato merde più grosse del tuo cazzo,” Klaus fired back.
We laughed louder.
“Relax. No shit-dick talk at the dinner table,” Anson said with a chuckle.
“He started it,” Frank grumbled.
“Why did we bring this dumbass?” Klaus asked.
“Because he’s been driving us all over the city. He deserves dinner,” I said.
Frank smirked at Klaus, who rolled his eyes.
I honestly didn’t mind Frank. Sure, he was a bit of an idiot, but he was always good for a laugh. He wasn’t nearly as odd as Asylum, but he definitely had his moments. Sometimes he’d pause mid-sentence and get a faraway look in his blue eyes before he’d blink rapidly and return, asking what we were talking about.
I could empathize. It happened to me, too, sometimes. I blamed an old head injury from the underground, though, not weird psychic abilities, but even I had to admit I had odd moments. When I spoke to Anson about them, he nodded and said it happens to him, too.
And we’d left it at that.
Our pizzas arrived, and we dug in. I was starving. I’d barely been eating, and it was taking its toll on me.
It felt almost normal to sit and have food with my family. Well, minus Frank. There was no way in hell I’d ever let his ass join us. Even I had my limits.
Frank was it.
